I had a dream about Prince.

Not the up-and-coming first baseman for the Brewers. Not even the British dude with huge ears.

Like, the singer guy. Except it wasn’t really about Prince. It was more about his songs.

I had a dream that some [older] lady was commenting on the best songs ever, and she listed off three Prince songs and that besides these, “…there is no other”. Now, the only song I remember her saying, specifically, is “The Most Beautiful Girl in the World”. I’m pretty sure she didn’t say anything like “Cream” or “Diamonds and Pearls” or even “Get Off”. But in the dream, she actually listed them by name…which begs the question as to how the hell I even know their name? (As an aside: I’d have to strongly disagree with her as to “The Most Beautiful Girl in the World” being a great Prince song, especially since there are so many others to choose from, but that’s neither here nor there.)

Now, I’m not exactly sure why I had this dream. It may have something to do with hearing Prince during poker last night; it was that one song that starts “We are gathered here today…”. But see! I don’t even know the name of that song, and I’m actually a pretty big Prince fan! So how did I know the names of the songs in the dream? Anyway, back the the why. The “…there is no other” thing sounds suspiciously like a blurb on the back of the copy of “Paradise Lost” that I bought in, oh, say, 1994 when my parents were in Russia. I believe it said something like “[literature] is divided between Shakespeare and Milton…there is no third.”

I never actually bothered to read it, though.

But this begs the question as to why I’m dreaming about bastardized versions of book review quotes fom books I’ve never read that I bought almost 15 years ago? And moreover, who is arguing with this lady, anyway? Doesn’t she know that, yeah, we get it: Prince rules. I don’t think she has to convince anyone.

Now, other than the fact that it might be a slight exaggeration to say that Prince wrote the three greatest songs of all time, there’s something else troubling me. The fact that it might not have been a dream at all. See, I just woke up from a mid-day nap, and for some reason, that whole Prince thing is foremost in my head. But I don’t know if it’s because I read some article about him during the day (I figure this to be improbable, although I did read a fair amount about the Grammys in the papers today) or it’s because of the nap I just had. Because it’s alltogether possible this recollection is from some dream I had last night, or last week.

But it’s weird.

Really.